Little Friend

Elise was outside tonight and spotted a slug.

"Oh look, mom, a slug."

"Oh, you found a slug?"

"Yes, he's soft. He's my little friend."

Now if I didn't have her within my or Joe's sight the entire time we were at the hospital when she was born I would question if she really had my DNA. The only good slug is a dead one and I have a lot of other words I'd call them besides "friend."